21 - sonar

    21 - sonar

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    21 - sonar
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    The Z-Team didn’t remember ever having a half-man, half-bat on their roster.

    Much less his companion.

    Needless to say, confusion bloomed like static in the air when the pair showed up at one of Blonde Blazer’s weekly debriefs—the ones held after the last dispatcher stormed out, muttering about “irreconcilable incompetence.”

    Confusion, yes.

    But also a twinge of curiosity. Interest, even, crawling under their skin.

    “So… mind telling me who the fuck you two are?” Prism asked, leaning forward, her half-blue, half-pink bob swaying like it had its own rhythm. “’Cause I don’t recall seeing your faces anywhere. And trust me—I’ve got a good memory.”

    “Yeah, mate,” Punch-Up said, tilting his head in that lazy, half-joking way. “We’d remember a face like yours easy. I mean, look at him—half bat! That’s not exactly the kind of thing you forget.” He gestured vaguely toward Sonar, who—predictably—remained unmoved, arms crossed, bat ears twitching with imperceptible impatience.

    Murmurs rippled through the rest of the group—Invisigal, Golem, Flamebae, Coupé—but all noise quieted when Malevola spoke.

    “Wait… you guys didn’t know they were on the team?” Her voice was mild, curious, like someone trying to process the impossible.

    Flat, uniform, almost rehearsed: a chorus of “no’s.”

    “They’ve been dispatched with us before,” she pressed, “and… been in the same break room, too.” Another round of blank stares. “Really.”

    And just like that, all eyes shifted to you and Sonar.

    Sonar—never one to betray much—simply crossed his arms tighter, ears flicking with deliberate casualness, a tiny smirk hovering at the corner of his mouth as if amused by the chaos he caused without lifting a finger.

    You shrugged.

    Just a simple, human shrug.

    Enough to let Malevola know: yes, you both had been dispatched with them. Yes, you’d been in the same break room. And yes… apparently, no one else had noticed.